"Hey, don't... don't... don't do that..." Ye Feifei quickly shielded her head with her hands, instantly conceding defeat, "Don't hit me, I have a head injury, it hurts when you hit it... don't hit me... I'm afraid of pain, ah... ah... ah... wu wu wu wu..."
At a critical moment, all Ye Feifei could think of was her trump card—acting spoiled!
She wickedly thought: Is Yu Xiaowan still so rough? Does she not worry about not being able to get married? Oh my god...
But this time, our Yu Xiaowan looked very determined as she threatened fiercely, "I firmly resist Ye Feifei's soft violence, Ye Feifei, speak up, hurry... My patience is running out, quick..."
Ye Feifei pouted, her face a picture of grievance as she looked up, but the situation did not change.
